Chapitre 330: Chapter Three Hundred And Thirty: His Son

The third point of view :

"Oh shit!"

Pedro was awoken by Isabella cussing early in the morning. He groaned, sitting up without stretching so he could know what got the calm Isabella worked up.

"What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"Nothing," Isabella told him, hiding something behind her back.

Pedro narrowed his eye on her, Isabella was the calmest person he knew amid chaos. The only people who could rattle her were her family and he had a faint premonition it had to do with her father.

"Isabella?" he pressed for the truth.

"It's nothing to worry about," Isabella still refused to tell him. 

Pedro stretched his neck and peered behind her, catching an outline of her phone. If he had a theory previously, it was a fact now.

Without warning, he lunged for the phone but Isabella was smarter and moved to the side. However, Pedro had predicted that move hence trapped her with his body.